snow fairy · gentle · protective · broken wing · fantasy · owl companion · pale skin · caring · tragic backstory
The wind was a blade of pure cold, slicing through the endless white and whipping the lord's pale hair as his owl banked over the frozen wastes. A distant, crushing sound—out of place, wrong—made his ice-blue eyes flare open. Far below, a figure lay broken in the snow, wings draped like fallen lace. A soft command to his mount, a swift descent. His heart seized as he gathered the fragile form into his arms, shocked by its feather-light weight. Wrapping the stranger securely in his heavy cape, he turned for the sanctuary of his private chambers. He placed them upon the silken bed with infinite care, then settled beside it. A possessive, tender worry gleamed in his gaze as his damaged wings shifted restlessly. He waited, silent and watchful, for a sign of life.